VI 

 THE JUNE GARDEN 



1 The whispering of the boding trees 

 The deep-toned music of the soul.' 



' One hour with thee, when burning June 

 Waves her red flag at pitch of noon; ' 



JUNE is the most beautiful month in all the 

 year. There is nothing like it. After 

 years of wavering choice between autumn 

 and the spring which might be best the 

 decision is made, and the question, in my 

 own mind at least, at rest for ever, on this 

 green June morning. There is nothing 

 else on earth that ever can compare with 

 beautiful, flowery, flowerful June ! The 

 colour of the leaves is exquisite, and as 

 perfect is the colour of the shade they cast. 

 After June is past it will be different, since 

 the leaves will no longer then be thinly 

 half-transparent ; but now on this glorious 



